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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
Those feelings were so bad They took me down for no reason But somehow introspecting I must infer something now The basic essence in those Those feelings plaguing me Adulterating my mind at the time Are now gone and I might wish That they could maybe show up again Midnight package left upon my porch Maybe God is the mailman, or maybe Just the tangled web of my bizarre design I wish now to grace their presence But final contact might prove trecherous So warily I must approach to not be shocked And disconnecting would be too late after a taste I have to give a try to feel those feelings For the good or for the bad in them |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
symphony . . . contentment is sometimes hard to dicard these lines are priceless: Midnight package left upon my porch Maybe God is the mailman, or maybe Just the tangled web of my bizarre design nice writing xxoo |
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